Who Is Me?

People will never know me
Never understand my pain
Or my joy
Never see me truly give in..
My heart...?
It's under lock and key
Buried a hundred feet down
Protected for my safety
I am not open
The loud happy demeanor
Is a false person
Someone who was crafted
Of my own imagination
The person underneath
Is broken and wasted
But even in a million pieces...
She is beautiful
She is shy
Her favorite color is that of a lilac sky
She is scattered
Her delicate pieces decorating
The inside of me
I used to see through her eyes
But now she sees through mine.
I had to lock her away
To keep her safe
But now these walls are up
And she can't escape.

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